Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

"Hiccup, thank you, Mrs. Wells, hiccup." Harry walked out with his belly protruding. He never expected that the youngest mercenary would almost die from overeating. Mrs. Wells even wanted to give him more food. If Harry hadn't stopped him, he probably wouldn't be able to walk now.

Jack was finally granted a "pardon," and Mrs. Wells agreed to go with Harry to see Old Wells at his clinic.

"Jack, there aren't many people with that much muscle. What, are you thinking of getting some prosthetics from Old Vine?" Harry scanned Jack and was surprised to find that the guy only had two prosthetics. Those arms that looked thicker than a gorilla's were actually pure muscle, all from training.

"Huh? No, I'm not thinking about getting a prosthetic body." Jack denied, bending his arms to reveal his muscular physique. "You know, I'm a bit of a believer in fate. I remember there's a fortune-telling shop next to Old Wei's clinic. I'll go check it out."

"I didn't realize you were such a spiritualist?"

"That's not the same thing you're saying. You still wear a cross around your neck, don't you?"

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"Misty!" Harry and Jack pushed open the door to Misty's morgue and greeted her as she sat slumped over the table. "Is Old Man Vega here?"

"Dr. Victor's watching the boxing match in the back, Harry," Misty said, gesturing behind him. "I remember you don't usually get off here. What, want a fortune telling today?"

"No, I brought you a guest," Harry said, but after waiting for a while without getting a reply, he turned around and saw that Jack's eyes were fixed on Misty. Harry's expression became subtle, and he nudged Jack to bring him back to his senses.

"Ah...oh! Hello, I'm Jack." Jack realized what was happening and walked over to Misty's table. Good heavens, Harry saw a blush on this burly man's face!?

"Alright, you two have your chat, I'm going to find Old Wei."

Harry didn't want to bother them, so he went straight out the back door, down the stairs to Old Vieux's clinic.

"Old Wei, I'm here."

I went inside, greeted Lao Wei, and then consciously lay down on Lao Wei's operating chair.

"Harry, you were here just the day before yesterday. What happened? Are you injured?" Old Vince paused the boxing match, put his exoskeleton hand on his hand, pushed off with his legs, and slid the chair in front of Harry.

"I got hit by a grenade during a mission, and I have a dent in my back. I was thinking you could fix it up for me," Harry said, watching Old V activate the medical equipment he didn't understand. "By the way, do you have any new stuff here?"

"Turn over." Old V made Harry turn over and checked the dent on Harry's back. "There's new stuff. But are you sure your nerves can handle it? Your brain is still developing, you're not even an adult yet. S.A.W.S. has already given you a lot of nerve stimulation. What, do you want to die and become a cyber psychopath?"

"Don't worry, Veigar, I can definitely handle it. I'm not even an adult yet, and my prosthetic body is already so advanced, and I can still handle it. Doesn't that prove it?" Harry said with some pride. This prosthetic body capacity was indeed something to be proud of. "So what's this new stuff? Veigar, let me see it."

"You are indeed better at pretending than most people, but that's all." Old V gave Harry anesthesia and began cutting. "Don't even think about showing me, but I can show you the model drawings." As he spoke, a yellow light flashed in Old V's eyes, and a file was sent to Harry.

Harry examined the documents through his prosthetic eye, which was a rather strange-looking neural prosthetic. As Harry flipped through the pages, his shock grew.

"Holy crap, that's awesome, Viagra!" Harry exclaimed. "You managed to get your hands on that, it must have cost you a fortune."

Old Wei smiled slightly and said, "It really didn't cost much. I once saved a hacker on credit, and to thank me and pay for my medical expenses, he got this thing from Taiping Prefecture and gave it to me."

After cleaning and filling the dented area, Old V began to suture it. "Adrenaline channeling activates when you get too excited or when your prosthetic eye detects you during a fight. It channels your adrenaline throughout your body, making you run more than 30% faster than before. Of course, after using so much adrenaline, you'll definitely feel weak for a while afterward."

"This is it, Old Vie, I want this!" Harry was a little excited and asked Old Vie to put it on for him.

"You... alright, this is the last one. This is the last prosthetic I'll install for you before you turn 18. If you ever ask me to install another one for you, I'll kick you out. Understand?" Old Vivi's tone became serious. He didn't want Harry to become a cybernetic psychopath. The prosthetics Harry already had were actually enough. "Also, you must take the suppressant I gave you now. I've mixed some more for you, three times the dose. You must take it, understand!?"

"Ah... alright then, I can always install it when I replace my prosthetic body later."

"Okay, as long as you don't make me put another prosthetic body on you."

Old Vieira finished stitching up Harry, did some cosmetic stitching, and then turned Harry over. He stood up, took a box from the freezer, and sat down in front of Harry again. "I'll let you sleep for a while," he said, before taking out a tranquilizer dart and injecting it into Harry.

Harry fell into a deep sleep, and Old V began to cut open Harry's abdomen. As soon as he made the cut, the titanium skeleton inside Harry's body, emitting a blue light, caught his eye. He stared at the glowing blue skeleton and fell silent for the first time in a long time.

"What the hell is this?" Old Wei swore after a long time.

He then quickly adjusted his mindset and began implanting the new prosthetic body into Harry's body.

About two hours later, not only were Harry's new prosthetic body installed, but Old Vick also adjusted and maintained each of his prosthetic bodies. However, he was now silent as he looked at the various values ​​of the prosthetic body.

"This isn't scientific. The effectiveness of each prosthetic body hasn't decreased; in fact, it's increased by at least 80%. Sianwistan's output duration has even increased by 120%. This... this isn't right..."

Even after Harry woke up and was given money, Old V still couldn't understand. After Harry took a month's supply of inhibitors from the table, he started comparing the data on Harry's prosthetic body with the medical database of the prosthetic doctor.

Harry was unaware of these things; he only felt refreshed. He walked through the back door of Misty's shop, where Jack was still receiving Misty's psychotherapy. Harry looked at Jack speechlessly, his small eyes filled with Misty. Helpless, Harry could only sit down and wait for him.

After sitting for about an hour, Jack finally felt comfortable leaving and gave Misty his phone number before he left.

"You've taken a liking to Misty?"

"Maybe... I guess so. That girl is absolutely stunning." A blush returned to Jack's face.

"Alright, good luck." Harry said nothing, only offering his blessings.

Three days passed in a flash, and Harry had a good rest for three days. However, such leisurely days could not last forever, and sure enough, work came again.

Call Reminder

【Mann】

[Connected]

"Harry," Mann's voice rang out, "there's a small task that you and Rebecca need to do together. Right now, you two are the only ones in the group who are free."

"Alright, tell me, what kind of work?"

"Your father, the priest, sent a gang of Valentino's. They killed a policeman and dissected him. They found the priest's order form on the dissected man, and these idiots used it to blackmail the priest. Now the priest wants to take down the leader of this little gang, Jamie Wick, and if possible, investigate how this guy got the audacity to threaten the priest. Does he have powerful connections or is he just a simpleton?"

"An assassination mission?"

"Yes, the priest said it's an assassination. Of course, you can force your way in if you want, as long as that guy doesn't survive," Mann said with a shrug.

"Okay, I got it, but I don't think Rebecca can assassinate him anyway." Harry had already ruled out the option of focusing on his own thoughts.

"Okay, I'll send you the meeting address and target location with Rebecca. I have something to do, I'll hang up now."

[Call ended]

"Alright, that's enough relaxation. Now, let's try out my new cybernetics."